BLYTHE, aurora. 

 draped  in  nothing  but  silk  &  wistfulness  stood  a  woman  in  the  center  of  a  bookstall  ,  reading  secondhand  scriptures  like  it  was  man’s  greatest  discovery  .  on  the  spread  of  a  magazine  was  the  flourishing  gaze  of  a  memory  long  repressed  .  heartwarmingly  brown  &  eternally  embellished  with  a  million  tales  only  the  brave  dared  to  fathom  .  a  scoff  .  torn  somewhere  between  the  lines  of  revolt  &  delight  .hysteria  is  quick  to  sheathe  her  movements  ,  making  her  slam  the  magazine  back  with  the  rest  ,  surface  crinkled  from  just  how  tightly  she  held  on  .  turning  to  move  far  from  the  picturesque  gaze  of  her  so  called  father  (  the   mortal  one  )  ,  the  young  woman  accidentally  stumbled  into  a  figure  ,  a  customer  ,  startling  her  to  bits  . “  oh  ,  crap  .  i’m  so  sorry  ..  it  was  my  fault  &  i—  ”  a   pause  .  upon  exchanging   looks  with  the  other  ,  the  bitterness  in  her  eyes  transmutes  into  roguishness  ,  mind  tentatively  trailing  away  from  the  bitter  stab  of  her  life  back  in  the  real  world  .  “cute  store  ,  huh  ?  ..  the  owner  said  some   dryads  donated  wood  to  build  this  place  .  ”

When she came back to Olympus she wasn’t sure what her plan was going to be. All she had ever wanted to do was get back to her father, to go home, to be a family again but plans change, with an unwillingness heartbreak and permanent disappointment. He’d moved on, left her behind, just like her mother, there was no loyalty within family, with anyone really… but Goldie didn’t have time to think about that, because the one person she did trust, very begrudgingly so, told her to attend university. So she did just that, now at the bookstore collecting the decaying books of the old Greek stories for her first class; Greek Studies.  Her fingers brushed over the spines of the aging books delicately, afraid her gruff mannerisms would break them if she pulled them out, biting her bottom lip in thought when she felt someone bump into her. Her gaze drifted to the culprit, anger being held back when she noticed it was just Blythe, “The dryads donated wood to build everything around here I’m sure,” Goldie stopped her admiration of the ornate spines and pulled a book out, forcing herself not to care about it’s looks, “Walking around with your nose shoved in a book is how you end up with a broken nose you know?”

GRAFF, maisie.

“Maisie.” It was a curt introduction, but Maisie was torn between annoyance and resignation. She didn’t know this girl, and had no idea why she was suddenly giving her advice. At the same time, she can’t help but feel charmed. She kept her lips pursed even when faced with the girl’s smile. Shifting her gaze to the water below, she observed as the naiads greeted her with ghastly, mischievous smiles before shaking her head and sighing. 

“Look, I don’t want this to stop being surreal. The moment it becomes my reality, I’m done for. I don’t want this town to be my whole world.” She still remembers the day a woman who explained her situation. There were plenty other demigods living normally in the world, she said, but Maisie’s powers are growing too strong for her to control on her own. She was told that Olympus was the best option for her, who knows what another fit of fury would result to in the outside world? She looked back at the other girl and regarded her one more time, “Whose kid are you anyway?”

Goldie kept her opinions to herself as Maisie spoke, turning her back to the wall and letting her head tilt back, enjoying the sun beating down from the open slots of the branches, wind whipping through them, the translucent figures of aurae flicking through the leaves along with it. “You could always just say fuck it and leave,” Goldie shifted her body some, gripping the edge of the wall and pulling herself to sit, “Ares, grandkid or however it fucking works,” leaving out Aphrodite was easy enough, she didn’t like owning up to that part of her heritage anyways, most people fixated on it. Oh well, no wonder you’re so beautiful, that makes so much sense, the usual bullshit. She felt pathetic at times, that avoiding it so much just made it more apparent, but she got sick of it, sick of the looks and sick of the expectations, all she really wanted to ever do was be like her dad… though things were different now. She shook her head as if the action could dispel her thoughts, turning her attention to the girl, Maisie, “What are you here for anyway? Usually, people forced to be here are like kids, get in trouble with the police or something?”

“Yeah no continue to block the flow of traffic it’s totally normal to stand there like a dumbass,” Her chipper voice was not convincing enough to protray her annoyance, brows furrowing as the words echoed sweetly in her brain and the huff that left her lips sounded like a toddler throwing a tantrum,  cursing her grandmother for contining to ruin her life, even in simole gestures of anger. pushing the annoyance down caused by her ‘blessings’, she waved a hand at the person blocking the door she was trying to get into, “Hello? Can you move or?”

annd i’ve caught up with my replies! if we don’t have a thread and you’d like one with either goldie or kyle just hmu and i’ll whip up a closed one for us!

LASKARIS, sander.

Sander’s hands shot up. “Easy there, Goldie. Not tryin’ to start a fight here. Slow day, thought I’d talk to people and kill some time. You walked like someone kicked your cat. Maybe I just thought I’d be able to help.” Sander shrugged, “ You want to talk it out, I’m here. You want to just sit there and stew, fine by me.”

Pleasantries always felt so lost on her, she didn’t get enjoyment out of being a bitch, she wasn’t a mean-spirited person, or at least she liked to believe she wasn’t... though she could recall many times where she attacked someone for just simply looking at her. “You sound like Indiego it’s exhausting,” She muttered as she leaned back in her seat and picked at her nails watching Sander from across the table, “I’m fine honestly, woke up on the wrong side of the bed or whatever.”

Hell of a night

GRAFF, maisie.

She’d hate to admit it, but Stoner’s Bridge is the closest thing to a favorite place for her in Olympus. On some afternoons, she’d find herself sitting cross-legged, smoking a cigarette, and contemplating her odd situation. This was one of those aforementioned afternoons. “I think I’m going mad,” talking to herself is a new habit that she has taken to when she arrived in Olympus. She’s not pleased about it, but it helps her cope. “Freaks like me with special powers, magic alcohol, flying shoes and fucking mermaids. Five-year-old me would have loved this, but fuck I wish this was a dream and I’d wake up soon.”

 Her somber monologue came to an abrupt stop when she sensed that she wasn’t alone in that certain area of the arboretum. She did not turn around to see who it was, but still addressed her erstwhile companion gingerly, “Well, have you been there long enough to think I’m insane?”

She’d seen weirder, she realized when she heard the voice muttering aloud and with further inspection noting that the mutters were directed to no one but herself, sitting dangerously close to the ledge of the bridge. “Oh, you’re one of the kids who didn’t know huh?” Goldie walked over to her now, too bored to ignore the new girl, it was rare she found herself seeking out social opportunities, but she hadn’t spoken to anyone yet, Indigo had an early class and when she woke up for her morning run there was no one in the apartment but a messily written note stuck to the cling wrap that covered the breakfast he’d made for her.

 “You’re no crazier than anyone else, and I’m not the only one who heard,” leaning against the more stable part of the crumbling wall of the bridge, she pointed down, gesturing to the ghostly faces of the naiads, “if you’re not careful they’ll try to drown you, they get easily bored.” Goldie vaguely remembers when she first came to Olympus, how she had the same sullen look, Indigo was the one who told her best, ‘do you think what you’re feeling is any different than any of the rest of us?’. Dumb prick really, but he had a point, and if she didn’t extend a metaphorical hand to this girl she knew somehow he’d find out and talk her to death about it, “It stops feeling surreal after a while,” She offered a tight smile, the expression making her cheeks hurt, “I’m Goldie.”

RENAULT, leo.

Leo let out a heavy sigh, feeling judgemental eyes on him once again. Rumours were evil. They really were. And once they were out, they lived forever. “Gods, this is awkward. Listen- I don’t know what you’ve heard, but like, I don’t actually do that. I mean, that’s illegal. And disgusting. Dead people are gross- like, really gross. And kinda scary. Trust me, I know, I have to deal with them all the time. And I’m just not into that, okay? Yes, I am the son of Death himself, but like, that’s not my thing.” 

Cerulean eyes squinted when Leo spoke, glancing around her some, making sure he was speaking to her before her expression turned into an apathetic scowl, “I really don’t care if you fuck ghosts man,” the girl deadpanned as she took a sip of her coffee, shoulders shrugging, “Honestly, like if you wanna get it on Patrick Swayzee style that’s all on you. Plus... didn’t even know that was a rumor so you just spread it yourself, nice going.” With her chipper voice and chubby cheeks it wasn’t always an easy task to decipher her tone, she tried her best always to come across brash, to have at least the slightest bit of intimidation, but typically it faltered, only when she was throwing punches did most people realize she was being serious, “But like do you really fuck ghosts cause I got in trouble for setting someone’s coat on fire and if Ambrosis lets you get away with that i’m calling favoritism in age,”

LASKARIS, sander.

Sander liked to stay out of other people’s business. Gods know how much he values his own privacy. But sometimes, he just can’t help himself.

He sees you sitting at one of the smaller tables in Hestia’s Bakery, a look of concentration spread across your face. Something about it just drove his imagination wild. Not like much is going on today anyway. He walks over, taking a seat at your table. 

“You look like someone with a problem. What’s your story?”

It was her typical day, she woke up with that itching beneath her skin that only could be solved by taking it out on someone in the arena, or spending hours in front of her punching bag. This morning she chose the latter, looking down at her bruised and split knuckles in awe, only glowering when a voice pulled her from her trance. Sander kept to himself usually but he seemed to be choosing differently today, “My story? Don’t you have some bread to bake or some shit? What do you want?”

Hell of a night

okay i must hop off to go shower and head to the store, feel free to spam my dms or shoot me a message on discord at mon #4466 !! 

hello all, tis i mon, 25, est, and this is my angry beautiful child goldie keelen, descendant of ares & aphrodite !! under the cut you’ll find a quick synopsis of her, i’ll be working on a full-fledged bio for both her and kyle as we speak but i just wanted to make sure to get something out for her in the meantime! 

tw: crime, violence, abandonment, murder. 

so goldie grew up in queens new york with her father declan keelen, a child of ares. from the day she was born she was his entire world and especially when her mother decided she didn’t want to be part of her life, she felt she wasn’t ready to raise a child and didn’t want to compete for the attention that was being stolen from her with her new daughter, so once she was out of the hospital her mom took off, and didn’t come back in her life until years later. 

goldie’s father was a boxer and a crook, often staging fights to pocket the money of the gamblers who came to bet on him, working the system to benefit himself, as well as being the muscle for a pretty notorious mob boss. goldie grew up spoiled, adored, and pretty used to a constant sight of violence, it never bothered her, it never scared her, and she loved her father more than anything.

goldie’s biggest problem in life was being taken seriously for who she was, because of her mother, a beautiful daughter of aphrodite, goldie was born with beautiful gold girls and bright blue eyes, one of the most beautiful babies the doctors had ever seen, so beautiful in fact that her grandmother, Aphrodite, even blessed her as an infant by making her something people were drawn to, something people wanted to love and adore... this blessing, however, became more of a curse to goldie as she grew up. 

she’s always taken more after her father, more after ares. she’s aggressive and hot-tempered, she speaks bluntly and doesn’t really care about hurting feelings and prefers to be left alone. all she ever wanted was to be like her dad, someone people respected, someone that could intimidate with just a glance, but sadly all she’s ever been able to do with a glance is make people smile and want to talk to her.

because of this she grew up with a bit of a complex, she isolated herself more, pushed people away, and has always been a bit of a loner... but in new york she had her life, she had her friends she loved, she had everything she could have ever wanted even if it was hard to live up to her dad’s image.

that is until he was arrested for first-degree murder after being caught working a hob for his bosses. it all happened so quickly she didn’t get a chance to figure anything out for herself, all she knew was her father sitting on the other side of a window telling her she was going to go to olympus, and she had no say in the matter. 

she was fourteen when she arrived in a olympus, heart-broken, angry, and a chip still permanently on her shoulder.

being here for six years she has made a few friends, a handful of people she loves and does all she can to be good too, though that doesn’t mean at times she’s not an absolutely heartless bitch, especially since returning to town a month ago after deciding she wanted to leave. she hasn’t really spoken to anyone about trip home, but most of her close friends can tell whatever happened broke her, that hidden fact being that when she went back to new york she ran into her father who had been out of jail for three years now and didn’t bother to come and get her. 

she lives in aura lofts with Indy, she works at the stop ‘n’ shop near the beach and tends to spend most of her time in the arena or going off on quests. 

plot wise she’s up for anything! frenemies, ex best friends, someone who just absolutely hates her, old flings that didn’t work out because she refuses to let herself get close to someone .

Holly Black, Black Heart